I saw the Death, and she was seating <br />By quiet entrance at my own home, <br />I saw the doors were opened in my tomb, <br />And there, and there my hope was a-flitting <br />I'll die, and traces of my past <br />In days of future will be never sighted, <br />Look of my eyes will never be delighted <br />By dear look, in my existence last. <br /> <br />Farewell the somber world, where, precipice above, <br />My gloomy road was a-streaming, <br />Where life for me was never cheering, <br />Where I was loving, having not to love! <br />The dazzling heavens' azure curtain, <br />Beloved hills, the brook's enchanting dance, <br />You, mourn -- the inspiration's chance, <br />You, peaceful shades of wilderness, uncertain, <br />And all -- farewell, farewell at once.<br /><br />Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/imitation-2/
